“When Harris or George makes an ass of himself on dry land, I smile indulgently; when they behave in a chuckle-head way on the river, I use the most blood-curdling language to them. When another boat gets in my way, I feel I want to take an oar and kill all the people in it. The mildest tempered people, when on land, become violent and blood-thirsty when in a boat.
I did a little boating once with a young lady. She was naturally of the sweetest and gentlest disposition imaginable, but on the river it was quite awful to hear her.
«Oh, drat the man!» she would exclaim, when some unfortunate sculler would get in her way; «why don't he look where he's going?»”